Volcano Ammo Poem

I am shouting this poem
from the tongue
we don’t mention
undulating a yell
through the length
of my guts
a volcano that spills
and continues to spasm
I just might have
a lot to say.
And I’m aching
from a morning romp
and I’m aching 
from lugging love’s bed
up three flights
at this altitude
I’m breathing everywhere
messy rage-pulse
dropping bonfire poems
like nice girls
drop a sneeze
and don’t we all say
“Bless you!”
but just keep looking at me
with no words like that
just keep looking at me
with no words like that
just keep looking at me
with no words like that
I don’t want your blessing
I have all the words
and fires
I need.

*** psyched that this poem found a home in the inaugural issue of slips slips print-only literary newspaper , based out of NYC, you can order a free copy here!   I'll have another poem in their next issue as well. ***